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| A Life, Forgotten; The Tale of an Amnesic Bosmer, in Skyrim | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 27 2016, 02:03 PM (400 Views) | |
| Areial | Jul 7 2016, 08:34 PM Post #21 |
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oooo.... No good deed goes unpunished.... |
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| Grits | Jul 10 2016, 08:24 PM Post #22 |
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Khalor found one of my favorite places to live. I enjoyed his description of the beautiful Rift. Uh oh indeed... :blink: |
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| Kane | Jul 11 2016, 08:29 AM Post #23 |
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Hmm, I never thought to live there, even though I absolutely love the view..... Might have to consider it next time! |
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| Kane | Jul 12 2016, 09:29 AM Post #24 |
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Entry #4 "Who are you?" "Telrav", replied the man on the ground. Khalor studied his face. He seemed.... familiar somehow. Could this be somebody he knew of in the past? There was a decidedly uneasy feeling in his stomach as he brooded over this development. "Where do you need to go?" asked Khalor. "Nilheim. It's just across the bridge here. You can see the smoke from our fires, rising up over the trees." Nilheim. Something else that seemed familiar, and Khalor's sense of foreboding grew. He decided against it. Khalor couldn't afford the risk anymore, especially after Falkreath. "Sorry, but I haven't got the time. Here, take this healing potion. It should be enough to get you home." "Thanks for nothing, you fetcher." Khalor turned to continue back down the road when he saw Telrav's cart laying upended. He began to comb through it's contents to see if there was anything useful. It was mostly scraps and useless baubles, but he did manage to dig up a map of Skyrim from the bottom of a satchel. Examining the map, he realized that the troll and bear had chased him down the wrong road. With a sigh, he turned back and began the long walk towards Riften. The rest of his journey was uneventful, for a change. He stopped at a mill to rest and ended up promising to help the woman find her deadbeat husband. Khalor mostly walked in silence, brooding over his troubled mind and still trying to stir up his memories. As he approached Riften, he started to become a little more worried. What if word had spread from Falkreath? Holds don't take lightly to guards being murdered. He decided to rest outside and head into the town when night began to fall. Just to help avoid recognition. Watching the sun set over the lake was a to sight to see. The golden sky reflected off of the lake as the sun sank behind the shadowy great mountain peak. Arising from his makeshift camp, Khalor made his way to the city gates. "You need to use the north gate", said a guard, as Khalor approached. "Why?" "Because I said so. Now get out of here before I haul into the dungeons myself". I'm going to hate this place, thought Khalor. Knowing the lake was on his left, he headed east around the city walls. If nothing else, it was a nice moonlit stroll through the woods. He was just rounding the corner of the northern wall when another guard spotted him. "Hold up. If you want to enter the city, you need to pay the visitors tax." So, that's the kind of city this is, thought Khalor. It seemed that extortion was the name of the game and that the whole city was likely to be corrupt. This annoyed Khalor, who was tired and hungry from all the walking. "How about you open the gate for me, and I'll promise not to kill you where you stand." "Whoa now! Easy there, elf. It was just a joke. I'll unlock the gate and you can go in when you're ready." Khalor entered the city and headed across the footbridge to the inn. There seemed to be some a good bit of hustle and bustle going on between the patrons, but he wasn't interested and made straight for the bar. Ordering some food, he ate in silence and then rented a room for the night. The next day, Khalor arose from bed and headed out into the market. He walked about cautiously, at first, but no one seemed to know who or what he was.. Feeling a little more at ease, he fended off the plot of some ne'er do well in the market and spoke to the smithy about using his forge. His bow needed some work, and Khalor decided that his clothes just weren't cutting it anymore. He used the hides he collected on his journey to Riften and smithed himself some basic leather armor and improved the fit to his liking. Feeling his coinpurse had gotten a bit too light, he figured that the Jarl would probably have some work for him. Khalor entered the keep and approached the Jarl. "Excuse me, milady. My name is Khalor and I'm new in town, just looking for some work." Jarl Laila looked at him and immediately her expression turned to one of disgust. "You dare enter my city with such audacity, scum? Did you think we'd forgotten who you are? You filthy retches are all the same - dumb as the day is long. Guards! Take this scum down to the dungeons and see that he never leaves again...." |
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| Brambleberry | Jul 12 2016, 09:42 AM Post #25 |
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Dang, ol' Khalor just can't catch a break. Must've been pretty bad if the Jarl actually remembers you! :book: *Can't wait to read the next chapter, will Khalor excape? Will prisoners recognize him or worse will the ill reputed guild (they shall remain nameless) take an interest in him...why do authors always leave us on a cliffhanger* :teehee: Excellent read Kane, I am very much looking forward to the continuation of Khalor's travels! :cheers: |
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| Serethil | Jul 12 2016, 09:51 AM Post #26 |
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Lordy, Kane! Khalor better find his memory fast - he might be swinging from a gallows when he turns around else! |
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| Grits | Jul 12 2016, 10:14 AM Post #27 |
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Argh, even in a town of scumbags they remember what Khalor did. Maybe the guards will accidentally give him some clues while he's inside. |
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| Areial | Jul 12 2016, 10:14 AM Post #28 |
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Et'Ada
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Ooof... Khalor seem's to be jumping into bigger fires as he goes along. |
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| Kane | Jul 12 2016, 10:16 AM Post #29 |
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Its always darkest before dawn! |
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| Kane | Jul 13 2016, 10:37 AM Post #30 |
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Entry #5 Khalor sat in his cell wondering how many days had passed. Or was it weeks? He had managed to slip one lockpick in with him, but he broke it and his only escape route on day one. So, he sat now in the silence of his cell and stared at the blank wall before him. Even with all the free time he had on his hands, Khalor still couldn't focus on anything from his past. It was maddening to the point of frustration. The latest event didn't help his psyche at all, either. The look of thorough disgust on the Jarl's face shone like a bright light in his mind. Who was he really? Or more importantly.....what was he? Khalor decided to ponder on what he knew and how people reacted to him. After a few days of brooding, some of the puzzles pieces started to become clearer.... His thoughts were interrupted, however, when he heard a door open nearby and a lot of bustling around. Someone of importance must be nearby, though Khalor. Straining his neck to look down the hall, he was surprised to see the Jarl down here, of all places. "I would speak with the elf. Now." "Yes, milady. Right this way." Uh oh. This can't be good. "You. On your feet scum", said Jarl Laila. "Something has been troubling me... Why did you come back here?" "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, miss," Khalor said, honestly. "As far as I know, this is my first visit to Riften." "Don't play dumb with me, elf. You know damn well that you've been here before and what atrocities you helped to commit!" Atrocities? This confirmed the picture that Khalor was starting to see. "....The guard that brought me down here - he called me a brigand. And you, you've been calling me scum. This explains much," said Khalor. Laila stared intently at him, apparently in deep thought. Khalor could practically see the smoke rising from her head. "Hmmm. I thought as much. You really don't remember what you did, do you?" "No, ma'am." He explained to the Jarl what he knew and what had happened to him over the last month or so. It felt good to talk about it and seemed to make things even clearer. The Jarl confirmed his fears afterwards. He was a bandit. A bandit who had likely committed unspeakable acts of terror. The thought of it filled Khalor with terrible regret, and it seemed to show on his face. "I'm surprised, elf. Whatever blow to the head you received not only seems to have erased your memory, but also seems to have knocked some sense into who you are as a person. I see the regret on your face and it is a definite improvement over the last time I saw you in my city. Is there anything else you wish to tell me?" Khalor remained silent for a second. "Yes, there is, actually..." He told her about the incident in Falkreath and why he fled the hold. "I see," said Laila. "Well, I'll send word to the Jarl of Falkreath that we have you, so that they can rest easy." Khalor nodded. But he had one more question. "Milady?" "What is it, elf?" He paused. Did he really want to know? Yes. He had to. "You mentioned a few times that I had done something here, in Riften. What was it?" She looked at him, with what seemed to be concern. "You were part of a bandit raid. Biggest one the city has seen in some time. It was a well coordinated attack and it very nearly overpowered us. The guards managed to rally and drive the raid back, but at great cost. Many soldiers were lost and a few citizens, as well." "That can't be all of the story, can it?" said Khalor. The Jarl replied, with a sigh, "No. It's not. You weren't just a pawn in the game....you appeared to be it's leader." |
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| Kane | Jul 13 2016, 10:37 AM Post #31 |
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Entry #6 A few weeks had passed since recent revelations and Khalor was still stunned. He had worked out that he'd been some kind of brigand but..... the leader of an apparently powerful group? This was too much, and it sickened him to his very core to think of it. Khalor was definitely a changed man. There was no doubt about that anymore. All he need do now was fight those instincts that still cropped up on occasion. So now, he knew what he was. Just not the why or the who. Or even the where, but that seemed to be the least important of the three. And what would the Jarl of Falkreath do? He would undoubtedly want Khalor executed for his crime. Would Laila have to oblige? She seemed to be a decent person but politics are a delicate matters. His thoughts were disturbed by the sound of footsteps approaching. A guard appeared outside his cell. "On your feet, elf. We're taking you on a field trip." "Oh? Where to, then?" asked Khalor. "The Jarl has requested your presence," said the guard as he shackled Khalor's hands together. "No funny business, or I'll run you through myself." Khalor nodded, and they headed on their way. Winding there way up through the tower, the thoughts began pouring in again. What was this about? Would he be sent to Falkreath? Or perhaps to the Riften gallows.... Whatever happened, Khalor had decided that he would accept whatever punishment that would be doled out to him. They entered a room somewhere high up in the keep to find the Jarl and her housecarl waiting for him at a table. "Sit down, elf," said Laila, motioning to the seat across from them. "You're dismissed, Henrik." The guard gave a short bow and headed back to his duties. Khalor sat down at the table staring at the food laid out before him. His stomach growled audibly. "Unmid, get those shackles off of Khalor. He looks famished." Khalor looked across at the Jarl as Unmid undid the shackles. "You used my actual name. That's a first." "We're at a table setting, Khalor. Civility is certainly called for in a situation such as this, wouldn't you agree? The only question is whether or not you can be civilized..." "I will endeavor to do just that," replied Khalor. "In that case, help yourself to some food and drink. Your look as if your about to waste away to nothingness." And with that, Khalor dug in. It took all his willpower to not gorge himself like the brigand he once was, but he managed to feast somewhat civilly. Once he was done, he turned his attention back to the situation at hand. Trying not to sound rude, he asked the Jarl "So, why have you brought me here?" "Right to the point then, I see. Very well. I wished to notify you that Siddgeir is not expecting you back in Falkreath. I informed him of your apparent demise, at the hand of the Riften guards." Khalor looked at her in awe. "Why would you tell him that and not the truth?" "Because I believe you to be a different man than the one you used to be. I saw the shock and surprise on your face when I ordered you arrested. I also felt the deep sadness and regret emanating from your very being when you learned of who, and what, you are. It's my belief that the Divines have offered you a second chance and it would be foolish of me to ignore that." Khalor said nothing, as he looked at her in disbelief. This can't be happening. Laila continued, "I also believe in repentance and redemption, so I offer you a chance at just that. What you do with that chance shall define who you really are, and hopefully, allow you to leave behind your prior life." "Milady, I would be remiss to not immediately accept what you offer me, and I will do whatever it is that you want of me for a chance at redemption. As far as repentance....I've had plenty of time to reflect on that in the last few weeks but, I fear I'll never be free of that." She nodded. "The things we do in life never tend to leave us. Good or bad. I expected nothing less from you." Khalor bowed his head in respect. He couldn't believe his fortune. After all that happened, and all that he learned of himself, he thought for sure his end was near. That death was soon to embrace him. But now, he had a purpose, and it put him at a peace he had not yet known. Maybe....just maybe, he could begin to lead a normal life. He looked back up at Laila. "What would you have me do, ma'am?" "Well aren't you the eager one? I like that. To business, then, but first things first. Anuriel - come in here, please." The door opened and a fellow Bosmer entered the room. Khalor was taken aback, for a moment. She was beautiful.... but he quickly trounced the notion forming in his head. He was not going down that road again. "Take this note down to the jail and see that the warden gets it. We need to have our friend here officially released." "Yes, milady." As she exited the room, the Jarl cleared her throat. Whoops. She must have caught me staring, thought Khalor. "Now, back to the matter at hand," continued Laila. "You asked what I would have you do? You're going to assist me and the city of Riften for as long as I deem necessary. Firstly, you will finish what you started many weeks ago...." Khalor was confused, and it must have shown in his expression. "You told me of your visit to Heartwood Mill and of the search for Grosta's husband. I should like to see you find him, as you promised her you would. She deserves to know of her husbands fate, whatever it may become. Once you have taken care of that matter, come see me in the keep and we will move on to more pressing matters." "It will be done, milady," said Khalor, as he rose from his seat. As he turned and headed out the door, Laila addressed him once more. "Khalor.... I have put a lot of faith in you. Do not betray it. Or you will become very well acquainted with Unmid's greatsword." Her tone was one of complete finality. Khalor bowed his head and exited the room. |
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| Brambleberry | Jul 13 2016, 11:06 AM Post #32 |
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Dangggg Kane that was good! Khalor reborn! Can't wait to see where his story takes him next! :D |
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| Areial | Jul 13 2016, 01:52 PM Post #33 |
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Very nice!! redemption, hopefully he continues to want it...even if he get's his memory back. |
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| Serethil | Jul 13 2016, 05:37 PM Post #34 |
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Wow. Who would have thought Laila to be that sensitive! Rooting for Khalor here! |
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| Andra Hawksdaughter | Jul 13 2016, 06:04 PM Post #35 |
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Wow Kane, that was great! He has a lot to regret, but now he has a chance to begin a new life! I look forward to seeing where it takes him! :thumb: |
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| Grits | Jul 14 2016, 11:50 AM Post #36 |
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This is great! I'm sure Jarl Laila has a lot of citizens who could use Khalor's help. She was wise to offer him redemption. I'm looking forward to how he proceeds! |
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| Kane | Aug 1 2016, 10:26 AM Post #37 |
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Got back to Khalor after I retired Abel from the competition! The story continues... Entry #7 After making camp just off the road, Khalor dove into the lake for a much needed bath. Eliminating the bandits at Broken Helm Hollow proved to be child's play, but all the blood and grime had left a mess on his tunic and he could not scrub it out no matter how hard he tried. He ended up discarding it in the bushes and returned to his fire to cook up a meal and watch the sunset. Khalor was still amazed at the beauty of the Rift, even more so as the sun went down over the lake turning everything a wonderful shade of orange. After eating his meal, he retired to his bedroll early. The mill was a few hours walk still, and tomorrow morning seemed like a much better time to make the trek. Leifnarr hadn't survived his foolish endeavor and he didn't look forward to informing Grosta of his demise. She seemed a little too feisty for my taste, though Khalor, as he dozed off. Sleep was fitful for Khalor at first, and once he fell into a deep sleep and began to dream, things did not get better. Flashes of places and people he once knew were darting in and out of his head for most of the night as his mind struggled to remember more about his past. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that something finally crystallized in his mind. The face of a strong, beautiful woman... She had brown hair and some kind of lightly colored war paint across her face. Her gaze seemed to be one of endearment, but mixed with disappointment, as well. She motioned to something behind him and everything suddenly went black. Khalor awoke with a start and laid in wonder about what he had just dreamt about. The sun was rising as Khalor broke camp and headed to Grosta's mill. It went better than expected and soon Kahlor was returning to Riften to see what was in store for him next. Upon returning to the city, he decided to take a walk around Riften and get to know its layout. He talked to a few vendors and picked up some light work as he sold some of his miscellaneous belongings. On his way towards the meadery, he bumped into an Argonian dock worker who was in a sorry state. "Please help me, I'm going to lose my job at the Riften Fishery," she said. "Why is your job in danger?" asked Khalor. "The owner, Bolli, said that if I show up for work in this condition one more time, then I'm out. I don't mean to do this to myself, but I can't help it. I tried some skooma a year ago, and ever since then, I can't stop!" Khalor felt bad for her, so he gave her a healing potion to cleanse her of the poison. She thanked him vigorously and promised him that he had made a true friend today. He felt there was something more to this, though, and pressed her for more information. "Look, I don't think I should say. I mean, they could kill me!" said Wujeeta, fearfully. "I think you owe me one." "Okay, okay, I'll tell you. I get my skooma from Sarthis Idren. He has some sort of a setup over at the Riften Warehouse. You can't get inside though. They've kept that place locked up tight since the war began." Thanking her for the information, Khalor decided it was high time he returned to the keep. Maybe Laila knew more about this skooma situation... |
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| Serethil | Aug 1 2016, 01:15 PM Post #38 |
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Wow, whacked on the head from behind.... I really can hardly wait to find out just who he is and what happened to him! |
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| Areial | Aug 1 2016, 02:20 PM Post #39 |
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Ouch... Women will get you in trouble every time...<snicker> |
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| Kane | Aug 1 2016, 02:51 PM Post #40 |
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He does seem to have trouble with the ladies. |
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